Who wants to spend her life thinking that what she is doing, the bulk of what takes up her day, efforts and time, is not valuable, is unimportant?

Absolutely no one.

We are desperate to believe that what we do matters. That what we do is important. We like to do important things.

And it is precisely when we feel that what we are doing is unimportant, that we lose the joy, the pride in our work itself.

And, of course, we know the lesson is that what we do is important.

All of what we do.

Is important.

And it's not just important if it is missionary work in a third world country. It's not only preaching from a pulpit on Sunday mornings or Saturday nights, whenever the cool churches have service these days. It isn't just writing the next Christian novel or evangelizing on television.

It's whatever you are doing.

Right now.

In your ordinary (extraordinary) life.

Doing important work starts where you are.

It's important not because of what you do, but because of why you do it. And who you do it for.

These are my musings on motherhood ... this overpowering, terrifying, amazing, exhausting, incredible opportunity of an adventure in which I have found myself in the midst.
This is what I think about my kids, your kids and everyone else's kids.
Consider these the scattered thoughts of a mother in the middle of a mayhem that she helped to create and is now simply trying to navigate through without losing her sanity, her soul or her self.